Butterflies are broken for flowers, but flowers fly with the wind.

Love is destined to pass by.

Maybe sadness is just a taste.

The story about you has become a permanent memory.

Forgetting is an end and an opening.

The notes in this sad song of the soul

I love you, but that's only once.

A person's loneliness, a person's wonderful

I am unhappy. Who knows?

Being alone is also a kind of enjoyment. Make yourself zero again.